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I’ve written before about my elderly cat. She’s 16 and has extremely bad breath. And now, we’re getting to the point where it’s really time to think seriously about euthanasia.

I’m not ready for this.

BabyKitty, who was named by a five-year-old, has lost three-fourths of her body weight in the past year. She vomits every time she eats — almost always on my freaking carpet. Her fur falls out in clumps because she is malnourished. A cat that was once fat and happy is now frail and weak. It makes me sad.

Yet, I am not at a place where I can ring up the vet and say, “It’s time.” And before you leave a nasty comment, please know I would never prolong her life if there were obvious pain. She purrs all the damn time. She is sitting on the arm of my chair RIGHT NOW, purring away. She’s not hurting, she’s just dying.

Life is hard sometimes. Pets become part of the family. This cat is as wrapped up in the history of our family as my children are. The story of her arrival is ours. As is the story of the time she brought me a live bat. And the story of her eventual death.

I’m sad. But I’ll do the right thing when the time comes.

That is all.

In: Family Matters | tags: aging, Cat, Euthanasia, goodbye. | #